Before I start this chapter I wanna say... This chapter may be a little sensitive for some people. You readers also may hate me... Please don't. I wanna let you guys in on something, I try to make this story as interesting as possible by giving reality. I hope you all understand what I am trying to say.
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Bloody Fucking Hell.
So my parents said no about the pep rally. That really isn't much of a surprise actually. I should of never mentioned the fact there was a pep rally this week. Yea, it is a school thing but according to my parents, it is a safety hazard. Bloody. Fucking. Hell.
It's safe to say I will be signed out this Friday. After that my mom will give yet another lecture on the pros of homeschooling. Such a lovely day for me!
"I still don't see why I can't go mum." I said looking out the window at cars passing by.
"Dante, you can't go because the pep rally will be held in a gym. You'll have to climb the stairs. You hate stairs sweetie."
"But mum! I can sit on the first row of seats! Please let me go! We'll play.... Can't believe I'm saying this... But we can play hamster ball together this afternoon."
"Really?! Wait, I see what your trying to do! Your mind games won't work on me!" She came to a stoplight and when she did, my mum turned her head to the right to look at me. "Which level we talking about here?"
"Ultimate IV." I replied with a smug smirk on my face. "Hardest difficulty in Hamster Ball."
"WHAT! DANTE THAT'S THE HARDEST LEVEL IN THE ENTIRE GAME!" The light turned green but my mom refused to go. "Oh my God, we are going to have so much fun today! Me and my lovely son!" Multiple cars beeped from behind, making me cover my ears from the annoying nose. "THE LIGHT JUST TURNED GREEN YOU PRICKS!"
Nonetheless, she began to drive again. Mum is taking me to the doctor's today for an appointment she scheduled the other day. Every year, I visit the doctor roughly around forty times. I hate the doctor's office simply because they take so long to call me up. Another reason I hate the doctor is they never have an answer, the answer I'm looking for anyway.
My parents and I believe it may be neurological problem while doctors think I wasn't fully developed and born to early. It isn't fun being disabled and not knowing the reason why the disability is there in the first place.
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